Once Jim, or Bud, Carter was wanted for something. Mr. Williams had a capias
for him and saw him going in the gate at the -. -. Moore place. But
saw him and tried to beat him to the gate and get away. He didn’t do it
said, "Well, ... ... ... you beat me to it!" And he went on to
town with him under arrest.
He built or helped to construct the old rock fence just south of
Hamilton, remains of which are still to be seen which encompassed a good
deal of land extending further south. I was told he was something of a
joker, that he went to Fort Worth, as most cowmen did, sat down at a shine
box at the hotel, and, pretending that he was deaf and dumb to the colored
shine boy, made gestures, and sat down. The boy looking up at another
Negro said, "He is a big ... ... ... .. isn’ he!" Judge Green
F. Goodson, very verbose, wrote his will. Can remember a laws it in the
thirties trying to construe it, after fifty years.)
